Money Can't Buy Happiness, But Neither Can

In The Dark Colony Of Night, When I Consider Man's Magnificent Capacity For Malice, Madness, Folly, Envy, Rage, And Destructiveness, And I Wonder Whether We Shall Not End Up As Breakfast For Newts And Polyps, I Seem To Hear The Muffled Cries Of All The Words In All The Books With Covers Closed.

Thinking Is Harder Work Than Hard Work.

Every Writer Is A Narcissist. This Does Not Mean That He Is Vain; It Only Means That He Is Hopelessly Self-absorbed.

The Writer Wants To Be Understood Much More Than He Wants To Be Respected Or Praised Or Even Loved. And That, Perhaps, Is What Makes Him Different From Others.

Why Did God Give Me Two Ears And One Mouth? So That I Will Hear More And Talk Less.